3.12.2005

Afterparty of Canned Laughter

I am exhausted. It could be because I got up early, drove out to Eastern Long Island, and spent a good part of my day in a parade behind a giant inflatable bear with a drunken smile while people, some with green hair, cheered from the sidelines. That could be the reason I was nodding off in church earlier, and why I passed out for a few hours after dinner tonight. It could be that, but more likely I'm just partied out after last night.

We certainly all had some laughs yesterday, but Improbability had the biggest laugh on me as usual, shifting so that blogger commenting was disabled on the day I chose for my second blog party, turning comedy into drama-dy. “Such is life”, as a good friend would say. Perhaps it wasn't the best day for a party and an upcoming column this week will poll readers about the specific future of the Blog Party, but my neighbors pulled together nonetheless. Between those who were able to comment, those who e-mailed me directly, and by going down the list in my blogroll, I was able to see other homes serving up some laughs. I've done my best to keep track, and hopefully I have everyone who contributed these past two days:

3 Comments:

Sorry I missed the party. Friday night I was doing the full-on Dad thing. I did do some research, got some photos for my entry, so I will propably do a Blog After Party if I get time tomorrow (but first comes being Dad, being boyfriend and working on a plot for a super-secret book my artist pal and I are trying to pitch).

3. And I can't figure how no one put this guy on their list -- David Hyde Pierce as Dr. Niles Crane from Frazier. One of the funniest bits I ever saw on TV was his opening to the 1999 Valentine's Day episode, where he notices a crease in his trousers, pulls out the ironing board, and ends up passed out on the floor after fainting from seeing his own blood. Priceless! I almost passed out myself from laughing so hard.

MCF is a mild-mannered
artist from the suburbs.
His knowledge of obscure
comic book characters
is more powerful than Gladiator
of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard on
an ego-trip. Able to leap topics
in a single sentence faster than
a speeder-bike on the moon of
Endor, MCF has never written
about himself in the third person
and now dreads the day he
utters aloud the fateful phrase,
"MCF is gettin' upset!"